Love Like There’s No Yesterday
POETRY FORMAT, 7 Nov 2022
Caitlin Johnstone - TRANSCEND Media Service
Love like there’s no yesterday
like you’re the first to ever love
like it’s fresh and for the first time
because it is fresh and for the first time
and the illusion otherwise is just a trick of human perception
Love like a hermit crab that said fuck it
and cast aside its shell forever
Love like a three year-old rides a tricycle
Love like the nukes just started flying
Love like two middle aged bloggers
making out in the rain while Australia floods
Love like cobwebs and calliopes
Love like a geyser of starlings
pouring from your chest cave
Love like God just cracked you open
and gazed at all the parts of you you’re most ashamed of
the things you feel most guilty about
and chuckled sweetly
at how you think any of that matters
in this roaring ocean of infinity
Love like an intimate ultrasound
of the world that’s waiting to be born
Love like everyone’s watching
and you’re a slutty little attention whore
Love like peacock angels in screaming orgasm
Love like you deserve to love
and be loved
because you do
because you do
I swear to you on my accordion heart
and my warzone womb
and my eyes that are brimming with my grandmother’s tears
you deserve to love and be loved
you do
you do
and it is safe
and it is right
and it is good
Love like tender holiness kisses
Love like swampwater messiahs
Love like watching My Dinner with Andre for the very first time
home alone with the lights out
and a box of tissues
and a mind full of wonder
Love like eating an orange while listening to crickets
Love like a heartfelt impromptu pop song serenade
from an adoring lover
who cannot sing
Love like a mother noticing that her prattling child
will never be that age again
Love like you are a very young primate
in a very old universe you do not understand
and your accomplishments mean nothing
because everything’s so big
so all that matters is love
and loving
Love like a scarecrow saint
Love like a balrog buddha
Love like babies eating ice cream
Love big
Love hard
Empty the tank
Leave it all in the ring
There’s nothing to save it for anyway
30 Oct 2022
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Caitlin Johnstone is a rogue journalist, poet, and utopia prepper who publishes regularly at Medium. Contact: admin@caitlinjohnstone.com
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